The cool autumn breeze swept through the window frame, carrying dead leaves with it. The oil lamp flickered in the draft, stretching the shadows of Wang Jianguo and Zhao Shuzhuo across the room, making them appear to lengthen and shorten by turns.
Zhao Shuzhuo set aside the abacus he had been using, its bamboo beads still clicking softly. He pushed up the glasses that had slid to the tip of his nose, his gaze behind the lenses carrying a hint of inquiry.
"Say, Jianguo, I don’t quite understand. You’re not married, and you don’t have a girlfriend, so how are you so familiar with the workings of a girl’s mind?"
Chapter 686